Hick has done it again. I know you must be shocked, SHOCKED to hear that he is in hot water over dry green beans.
Yep. Hick was entrusted to put away the leftovers the other night. He grilled some delicious ribeyes on Gassy G, and I simmered up a pot of green beans, potatoes, bacon, and onions. Mmm...I must say they were fantastic. Genius was planning to have seconds after a while, so I left the pan on the stove. All I asked was that either Hick or Genius put the remains in Frig to enjoy at a later date. A simple request.
First cat out of the bag, Hick chose the wrong container. I KNOW! Surely he could psychically discern what container I had in mind. Or even holler down the steps and ask. But no. Not our Hick. Rather than use one of the 89 tall see-through plastic containers left over from take-out Hot & Sour Soup, he chose one of the 3 flat rectangular white plastic trays with a clear top, which used to be given out with Chinese take-out before they switched to the white foam rectangles which they STAPLE shut. Don't get me started.
The thing with the flat container is that we don't have as many. They are good for holding sausages left from a BBQ, or slices of meat loaf, or slabs of ham, or pieces of birthday cake. Things that don't lend themselves to deep round quart containers. WAIT! Were you thinking, perhaps, that Thevictorian family uses real Tupperware? Hahahahaha! Not quite. We only recently graduated from margarine and Cool Whip tubs.
Second cat out of the bag, Hick has no concept of what makes a good leftover. I went to heat up some green beans tonight, and they were DRY. Drier than a snakeskin entwined in a tumbleweed cartwheeling across the cracked hardpan of Death Valley after a ten-year drought. So I said to Hick, "Hey, where's the juice for these green beans?"
"I didn't save any juice. I drained it. There's no juice." Leave it to Hick, lover of soup towers, hater of liquid, to decree by omission that nobody shall enjoy the tasty pot liquor left from simmering green beans and bacon and potatoes and onions for hours to achieve the delightful flavor desirous of a second helping (of VEGETABLES) from a teenage boy.
Yes, Hick left Val liquorless. Made her a broth teetotaler.
It's very bland up here on the wagon.